Above the firmament, a ravine seemed to have been torn open, refusing to heal for a long while.
The remnants of lightning plasma flowed like molten gold through the gaps in the clouds.
Beneath the lightning tribulation stood Ling Xuanxiao.
At this moment, the robes around Ling Xuanxiao's body had all been blasted to pieces.
Revealing the Flood Dragon Armor underneath.
Ling Xuanxiao lowered his head for a look. Why did this Flood Dragon Armor only cover his upper body?
It seemed that once he returned, he would have to improve it properly.
Otherwise, this appearance was truly somewhat unsightly.
At Ling Xuanxiao's feet, the shells of Lightning Devouring Fire Silkworms had piled into a mountain.
Ling Xuanxiao raised his head to the sky.
The lightning tribulation was not ending. This was...
Trying to strike him dead!!!
Ling Xuanxiao finally understood at this moment. If he did not have a few tricks up his sleeve—
If he had faced it using ordinary tribulation-crossing methods, he would have long since been struck to death.
If there had been any flaw in his cultivation, the slightest deficiency in his foundation, or even the tiniest instability in his Dao Heart—
He would have been reduced to nothing within the lightning tribulation.
Ling Xuanxiao could not help but curse. "Fuck..."
He silently filled in the rest of the sentence.
Lest he provoke the wrath of the Heavenly Dao.
You're targeting me, aren't you!?
Ling Xuanxiao understood completely.
This Heavenly Dao was targeting him, as though he were some legendary person of Heavenly Punishment.
My life really has been like walking on thin ice.
Not only did he have to face all sorts of love-brained lunatics, ancestors of the absurd—
And the schemes of Tribulation Crossing Stage great powers, the Myriad Souls Banner of a